~Note from squigglysquid: This is my first ever written smut, so go easy...~

~Jane~

Garrus hadn't returned to take Jane up on her promise before she found her eyes drifting closed despite her every demand on the contrary. She wills an apology to Garrus for not managing to stay awake and heads into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change before crawling into bed with hopes that he will be home soon.

She doesn't know how much time passes before she feels the shift of the bed and the quickly becoming familiar heat pressing against her back. She looks over her shoulder to see a dark Garrus figure flick out a mandible in silent apology for waking her but smiles in dismissal, knowing his eyesight in the dark is better than hers and he'd see it easily. "What time is it?"

"Late," he admits as she rolls to face him. He presses the side of his face across hers, like a slow nuzzle with more weight that a light caress, "but the good news is that the case is closed. For now, I won't have any more long days as we go through the final paperwork." She knows not to ask what his case was about or who it involved due to C-Sec relegations against it, but she doesn't need to know the specifics to be happy for him.

Remembering her promise she had made him, she runs her hands against the fabric of his shirt. "Do you want to sleep?" She doesn't want to push him either way, she'd love to continue where they left off, but if he's tired then they'll always have tomorrow.

He snorts, "Did you think I forgot that you promised me something?" She can't see his expression, but she's pretty sure he has that insufferable smirk on his plated face.

Little shit, she thinks with a smirk. "I would never dare imagine of pulling something like that off on you." He chuckles and shifts to sit up, she does the same, and he pulls up his Omni-Tool. A few waves of his fingers over the interface and the lights in the room brighten some, but not to their extent. "How the hell did I not know your lights did that?"

He smirks over at her, "Because it isn't standard. I synced up my Tool one day to control the lights. With a few calibrations and a couple blown fixtures later, I had it working flawlessly. It is against the building's tenant agreement, but what's the saying, 'what they don't know won't hurt them?'"

She laughs, "Damn, aren't you a little handy man?" When he raises a brow in question she just shrugs in response. "So, I guess since I stripped you it's my turn, right?" She spins so that she is facing him more.

He nods with a quick hum, "I'd like that, but I want to do thing at your speed. Turians are more open about being seen without clothes, but I know humans are different and more reserved."

She smirks, scooting closer, and he shifts more to look her straight on as response. "Yeah, we humans…what a bunch of prudes we are." She takes his hands, stroking her thumbs over the plates of his thumb absently, and brings his hands to her oversized sleeping shirt like he had done with her earlier today. She releases him and moves her hands to his forearms in silent encouragement, waiting to see if he wants to explore her first with the clothes before getting a look at her alien body.

He gently strokes along her waist, his fingers slightly overlapping as he grips her to his palms, and though it isn't a particularly sensitive spot on her body, the size comparison gets the same reaction from her body as when she had felt along his sharp teeth. She's getting some weird fetish for deadly men, it would seem. That, or it's just Garrus but that brings up more questions and confusion than the former, so she doesn't dwell on it.

It's then that he releases his hold to smooth his hands down to her hips, settling there to stroke her hip bone through the cloth of her shirt and pants before moving to the hem of her shirt and looking to her in silent question. She smiles and nods in silent permission, raising her arms so he can pull the fabric up and over her head, a passing thought of being thankful she doesn't have to go the bra talk with him today.

Once he throws the shirt away, he stops and studies her with his sharp predator's eyes. She feels her body heat up in a blush from his scrutiny for the first time since she joined the Alliance, and she wishes she knew how to read a Turian better in this situation. She finds herself fidgeting and tries for levity, "so? Not to squishy and pink for you, am I?"

Damn she feels horrible for being such a fool, what does it matter if he rejects her? They have already said that if this doesn't go anywhere that their friendship won't change, but damn does she want this, no matter how confused that blind desire makes her.

He smiles and runs a single talon across her left collar bone. "I know you too well to agree with that and expect to get out alive. What were the words you used for me? 'You're gorgeous?'" Jane swallows and nods, not able to tell where he's going with this. He lifts her eyes to his with a finger under her chin, "Jane, are you sure I'm what you want? Are you sure you don't want something a little closer to home?"

She smiles, understanding that his hesitance isn't because of her, it's because of his own self-conscious fears. "Home was never something that brought me happiness, Garrus, you do."

A loud, rhythmic rumble erupts and he presses against her, his tongue entering her mouth with a growl and bringing with it that deep vibration. The feeling flows through her tongue, down her throat and chest, to spread in her belly and cause of rush of heat between her legs. He pulls back and holds himself against her forehead. "Show me where to touch you."

She nods emphatically because she has no idea what to say to that and instead takes his hands in hers and places them against her breasts. "My breasts are very sensitive. You can squeeze them…" her breath comes faster as he shifts his hands without her lead and rubs the callused pad of his thumb over her nipple. He definitely learned this from somewhere because she's damn sure Turian women don't have breasts and he's repeated plenty of times that he's never slept with anyone outside of his species.

She is about to ask him just what the hell kind of porn he's been watching when he grazes the edge of one talon against her erect nipple. She jumps as if the touch was electric. "Do that again," she nearly pants and he raises a brow plate in intrigue. "I know it's weird, just…do that again."

He releases her breasts and runs the tips of his talons over her breasts, grazing nipple and leaving little trails against her skin. He has told her that his nails are blunted, but they have enough of an edge to pull a moan from her lips. Damn, does he know what he's doing or not.

She doesn't have the mind to demand it again before he leans down and runs his rough tongue over her. She moans again, throwing her head back with her eyes closed. "Oh God, Garrus. Where the hell did you learn this?"

She's surprised she can understand his chuckle and response of "I'm very observant" through his switching from one nipple to the other, stroking his talon or squeezing a nipple as he licks the other. Then, on her left breast, he wraps his flexible tongue around her nipple and pulls it between his stiff mouth plates with slight pressure.

The reaction is immediate as a rush of heat shoots straight to her legs and she moans, her hand not holding her from falling back grabs him none too gently on his fringe. He growls and pulls back, reaching for the clasps of his shirt. She reaches to help him but he pushes her gently and hooks one talon under her pants hem, releasing it with a snap in a silent command, which she follows unquestionably. Something in her questions why she is so turned on by a man taking command when every other experience had her dominating and controlling, but she tells that part of her to shut the hell up and enjoy the show.

As she gets her pants off, he still has his own, so when he gets to his knees to undo them and pull them off, she kneels before him and strokes along his waist, which elicits a low growl. He pulls his pants to his knees, quickly reaching to unhook his spurs, and then toss the pants away.

Then he grabs the back of her head and brings her mouth to his with his other hand going to stroke her breast, purring and rumbling that engine growl. After their tongues tangle, he moves his mouth to her neck and begins to nip, licking to sooth each sharp sensation. She throws her head back at the warring sensations and moves one hand to his own neck, trying to test his earlier reaction.

She strokes the softer skin of his hide and reaches back to caress along the plates running down his spine. He stills a bit as her had gets closer to his fringe and when her fingers dip into a soft spot directly under them, he moans.

"Right there," he pleads, his voice almost entirely lost behind his second vocal chord's constant vibration of growls and purrs. He trails his tongue up her neck and wraps around the shell of her ear, his panting breaths matching her own.

He works her neck some more as she massages the back of his skull, sometimes stroking under his fringe, which she has found is softer and more sensitive than the top, and sometimes leaning in to nip at his own neck, licking away the possible resulting sting. Each action gains a lustful response and soon he pulls her to lay in the bed beside him on her back as he leans up on one elbow and moves his free hand to trail down her body.

He stops once at her waist to stroke it, but when he doesn't receive as big a reaction he moves again. He investigates her belly button, probably more out of curiosity than lust, and stops to run his fingers lightly over her Reds tattoo directly below. He strokes the protrusion of bone from her hips, interested in how prominent the ridge is. Then, his hand moves lower and Jane finds herself holding her breath in anticipation of his reaction.

"You have hair, here. Is that normal?" He asks, not meanly, just quizzical.

She feels her cheeks reddening at the question and its absolute ridiculousness of having to explain with his hands so close to her center, but it doesn't necessarily ruin the mood. "It's normal, you probably didn't see any in the pornos because they usually shave or pull it all off." She shrugs dismissively, "Is that a problem?"

He smirks with a small laugh, "Not really. I can say right now that I won't be like the porn stars either."

At that he leans more over her and strokes the back of his hand against her wet lips while looking straight into her eyes. She starts at the unique feeling of his plated hand against her folds, but soon loses all thought as one knuckle brushes over her clit. At that she nearly jumps out of her skin and can't help the high moan that falls from her lips.

"Like that did you?" He laughs, the bastard. He leans down and runs his tongue up her neck with a nip at the end and repeats the movement.

A moment later, he sits up and moves to kneel between her legs. "Uh Garrus, not that you're doing a great job and all, but you still have claws on the ends of your fingers and I don't want those anywhere near my baby maker."

He chuckles and leans to the desk nearby, pulling something out of the drawer. He then looks like his fiddling with his talons for a few moments and she's about to question him when he nods and holds his hand out. "I put caps on them. Here, feel." Sure, enough, their little rubber caps over his talons and hooking around the plate of his last knuckle, but leaving the pads of his fingers bare. "They are for Turians who tend to work in a field where talons can't cause even the tiniest of damage. Surgeons and doctors use them all the time, so do you think they'll be fine?"

She nods and releases his hand, biting her lip before he leans over her and tangles his tongue with hers. He pulls back and trails his, now capped, talons down her torso and just the thought of the sensation is enough to have her back to her panting state.

She feels him part her lips for a better look, his crystal eyes taking in every detail and difference from what he's used to. She feels him stroke down her center, caressing her folds, before he pulls back and examines her fluid on his fingers. She knows this isn't usual foreplay, but damn if the sight of him with her juices coating his fingers doesn't make her wetter.

He returns to her center and caresses her again without entering her. She doesn't really know what he's doing and is about to say something when he strokes over her clit and she jumps. He hums and circles it again, sending electricity down to her toes and up to her head.

Knowing he's found the holy grail of sweet spots, he shifts his hand so that he can prop at her opening while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She feels herself holding her breath as he slips his finger into her cunt as he gives a particularly hard stroke around her clit.

God damn him, she moans at the pleasure his ridged finger rubs against her inner walls as he pulls out and thrusts back in, he's too fast of a learner. I won't last long at all.

She thinks she might have a chance to hold out a little longer until he curves his finger in an attempt to further explore her inner channel. The pressure against her g-spot cause her toes to curl, her fingers to clutch the blankets, and a high moan to escape her lips. He flicks his mandible and leans over her, his free hand moving to a breast to knead and pinch its nipple as he licks along her neck.

She never would have imagined her neck to be so sensitive, but with his rough tongue and hot breath against her skin, she feels herself coming closer to the edge as his fingers move in tandem. She can't stop the moans from escaping her lips and he seems to be getting just as into it, as she hears his moans echo into her ear when her walls quiver in anticipation of release.

It's with one hard stroke that has his finger pressing on the front of her inner wall and his thumb stroking over her clit simultaneously that she falls over the precipice with a cry and gasps for breath. Her hips thrust back against his shallow strokes as her walls quiver, his purring in her ear. She has never felt an orgasm like that before from fingering alone and she doesn't know if she should blame it on the big span of time between being with someone or the particular person giving her pleasure.

When she finally comes down enough to get her breath back to normal, he withdraws his fingers from her center and leans back on his knees. It is then that she finally gets to see how he matches up to the porn stars.

His cock is a bright blue with a silvery sheen. Along the underside of the shaft are plate-like ridges and the top is mostly smooth but for a set of small grooves at the thick and muscular base, where it then tapers down to a pointed tip. All over its curved surface shines his body's own personal lubricant and a slightly minty smell wafts through the air over her own arousal.

She moves to kneel before him and takes his shoulders in a silent request to let her take the lead. His nuzzle against her forehead before laying down is acquiescence enough as she moves to kneel by his side.

She first starts with kissing his neck, taking little nips with her teeth and licking the sting when he sucks in a breath and growls. One of her hands moves to stroke below his fringe and the other stops at his waist to give it a hard squeeze. He jumps at that, one leg coming up to bend at the knee and a feral growl erupts from his chest. She chuckles huskily and moves her hand lower.

To compare him to a human, he is slightly longer than average, but not enough that she would feel like being impaled, but his girth is where he differs. She can already tell that she won't be able to wrap her hand around his shaft and touch the tips of her fingers, and his base is larger, but even then, she feels if the time came he wouldn't hurt her. If anything, he might actually feel fucking amazing.

She strokes her finger tips along the ridged underside and he moans softly. He sounds really worked up and she feels slightly guilty for getting him like this, but she figures he'll forgive her soon enough and takes him in hand.

Once her fingers wrap around as much of his shaft as she could hold, his hips automatically lip to thrust into her fist and a deep growl escapes his lips. She smiles and leans into his neck to give him the same sweet torture he did her, her free hand going to his waist to roughing message.

His lubricant helps to aid in her strokes as he too loses himself, fisting the blankets and thrusting to follow that release. A feral, rhythmic growl fills the room as she strokes, stopping every once and awhile to circle his pointed head or slip to the base to give it a squeeze.

It is when she feels him tense and pulse that he grabs her head and pulls it to his lip plates, growling as he forcefully pulled her tongue into his mouth and squeezing it with his own. With an exhale of breath and disorganized thrusting he spends himself, his iridescent cum coating her hand and his belly.

She strokes the aftershocks out of him until he pulls back from overstimulation, still languidly kissing her. When she releases him, he releases her mouth and caresses his forehead against hers. "Damn, Jane. You sure know how to make a guy feel like a juvenile fledgling."

She laughs, "Same to you, buddy. Come on, let's get cleaned up." She gets up and offers to let him take the bathroom first. As he goes in to wash off his belly, she moves to the kitchen to wash her hands and get a glass of water.

She thought everything had went well, and despite her usual rush into bed, she felt like their slow pace was more in line with their friendship building into whatever more it was. She could handle with taking it slow and really didn't have to command obedience from her body on the fact either.

She returns to the bedroom and quickly runs into the free shower to rinse off before climbing into bed and pressing herself against Garrus' bare chest for a few hours of some hopeful shut eye.